The door slammed shut and Cornelius stood tall;
“Not so fast you vermin, I fancy a brawl”

They wrestled and tussled and fur balls were flung;
Snoop jumped on Snow’s back with his claws he clung.

Jethro bent his toes back and stamped on his feet;
He did it with such flare that he worked up a beat.

Snow growled out of anger but could not tap out;
Stevie flew down the chimney and clocked him right on the snout.

As Snow reached for his nose and covered his face;
Woo grabbed his tail and swung him round the place.

He fell to the ground and let out a moan;
“You will not beat me - I will get your throne!”

The Woo laughed at his threat as he straightened his tail;
“Yo Jethro, come here. Throw this clown into jail”.

The sun has since set on poor Molly’s plight;
But The Woo is renowned for winning the fight.

Many have tried but none will win through;
He’s strong and he’s brave – he’s the one they call “Woo”.

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The Cycle
By Schagoozle

As we dance down Dead Man's Row,
We see the crimes of long ago.

The tales of all these sinful men
Are certain to repeat again,
For those who follow seem unaware
Of hanging ropes and electric chairs.

And children will keep disappearing.
And villains will go to their hearings.
And innocent people will keep dying.
And broken families continue crying.
And the police will shine their light.
And criminals hide in the night.